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The floor you walk on is smooth. |
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There is no ground there. |
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Magic begins with blood. |
| [03:47.940] |
Outside, there are trees, |
| [03:49.890] |
With concrete under their roots. |
| [03:52.730] |
But I have passed the tombs of kings, |
| [03:56.560] |
Regaled them with pacing, |
| [03:59.270] |
checked bins for food and wrappings. |
| [04:01.500] |
I have scoured the seas for miles, |
| [04:05.790] |
cloaked my face with ash. |
| [04:08.260] |
My fingertips opening, |
| [04:10.140] |
accepting my time. |
| [04:12.0] |
|
| [04:12.600] |
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes |
| [04:16.370] |
|
| [04:20.500] |
For me, I am your sorrow |
| [04:26.560] |
Calling in your dreams |
| [04:35.840] |
For me, I am your shadow |
| [04:42.520] |
Howling in the streets |
| [04:45.280] |
|
| [05:00.700] |
Tomorrow, I will walk the streets |
| [05:19.260] |
And steel myself for the familiar. |
| [05:21.310] |
Your eyes |
| [05:21.950] |
Will not settle, a hunger. |
| [05:23.600] |
You re be happier in your grave. |
| [05:25.300] |
When we meet, share stories, |
| [05:27.630] |
you stretch me. I see, |
| [05:30.420] |
I see a semi-circle of teeth. |
| [05:32.500] |
|
| [05:33.550] |
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes |
| [05:39.780] |
For me, I am your sorrow |
| [05:46.570] |
Calling in your dreams |
| [05:52.400] |
|
| [05:55.520] |
For me, I am your shadow |
| [06:02.270] |
Howling in the streets |
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